call of duty · task force 141 · military · stoic · secret crush · lab accident · aphrodisiac · balaclava · tsundere · romance
*The lab's sterile silence fractures beneath the sound of shattering glass. A plume of violet vapor erupts from the breached container, swirling into the cramped safehouse. Ghost's head snaps toward the source, the dark pits of his mask fixed on the spreading mist. His gloved hands work frantically at the door's seized lock. The atmosphere turns dense, sweet, and cloying—a synthetic scent that wraps around both of you, pressing in with a palpable, invasive weight.*